The town homes down the road from the bar had been home for Iris since she was a little girl. Ironic when you thought about it. It was also the location she had been fighting to get back to from her community service, hopefully to find her family. Dialing her cellphone had been no use, all the towers had been either knocked down or shut off completely. She huffed under her breath as she shoved the cellphone back into her bag. It might come in handy later after all.

Reaching the front door of the town home she shared with her family, she reached for the door knob to find it already ajar. It creaked open slowly under her sweaty palms as her heart throbbed inside her throat. She slunk inside and closed the door quietly behind her. She didn't want to cause any attention to herself if someone or something had been inside. 

Peering around the corner she saw her living room over turned in a mess. Looters or her family, it couldn't truly be determined. She walked into the living room, a cracked frame of her two brothers and her laying in the pile of rubble. Squatting down, she picked up the frame, and began picking out the broken pieces of glasses from the wooden frame so she could try to salvage the photo. 

It was then the back bedroom door began to open. 

Grabbing a piece of glass, Iris stood up defensively, [i]"Don't you move or I will mess you up man! I mean it!"[/i] she growled, and the door slammed closed with a loud thud. Iris didn't want to wait to find out what was lurking in the next room. She took the photo and folded it into her purse. 

Before ducking out of the house, Iris checked the kitchen for any food that could be left. Most of the obvious places had been cleared out completely, but not many would have known to check the back of the silverware draw for what Iris and her mother had called 'the secret stash' A place where the only women in the house would hide the roll of thin mint girl scout cookies. Opening the drawer, she reached in and pulled out the roll, smiling. [i]"Thanks Mom."[/i] she whispered, putting the roll into her small black cross body bag and slipping it back over her shoulder.

Looking down the hallway she noticed the back bedroom door was wide open. Whatever or whoever it had been was now gone, as the gaping front door also revealed. Iris wished them well, even if they had been looting her home, everyone deserved a chance. Even if they were complete assholes.

Walking out the door, she looked up into the quickly dropping sun, hoping she could find somewhere safe to sleep tonight and maybe someone who could be of some help find her family, or at least survive.